Since returning disappointed on the eighteenth, Zhiwei has been a little depressed, so much so that even Wan Nianqing, Xiaoxiao and other "partners" have noticed that something is wrong.

But these two little guys were relatively immature, and they didn't think too much, so Zhi Wei didn't ask if she prevaricated casually. Only the "culprit" Huang Jinsong knew that he began to pretend to be asleep every time he reached the point these days, even if Zhiwei lost his mind and accidentally pulled its branches and leaves, he could only pretend not to feel it with old tears.

But there is one thing that makes her feel abnormal, that is, Your Majesty doesn't know if the court affairs have been too busy recently, and the degree of eccentricity seems to have risen to a new level, and suddenly reveals that it is completely different from the past, and he cares about flowers and plants.

On the eighteenth day, Yuxue's body was not very comfortable, and she took a few days off, and in the evening, the work of serving tea and water was somehow handpicked by Mr. Zhao and fell on her head.

Zhi Wei calmly carried the tea into the hall, put it on the bookcase not far from the golden pine, and was about to quietly retreat, but His Majesty suddenly said with disgust: "You take care of the flowers and plants in the house?" Why is this pot of golden pine fine in the morning, and this will wilt up? ”

Zhi Wei's heart jumped, and she looked at the golden pine who was as quiet as a chicken, and she was a little weak-hearted, so she could only honestly admit her mistakes.

After all, a qualified slave has to admit her mistakes anytime and anywhere in such an inconsequential matter, instead of justifying herself aggrievedly, which is the basic cultivation of palace people.

Immediately afterwards, the emperor mentioned Wan Nianqing in the inner hall, and said in an even more disgusted tone, why can't it be cured for so long, ugly Yunyun is dead, if it can't be cured again, throw it away.

Zhiwei could only admit her mistake again and accept the three-day period given to her by the emperor.

Seeing that the emperor had no other orders and no intention of really punishing her, she breathed a sigh of relief and retreated.

Before leaving, he found that the emperor got up leisurely, walked around to the golden pine, and slowly plucked a wisp of tender needles from the other party, and then, a dull cry of pain followed.

Zhi Wei retreated in confusion, and had to mention the 100,000 points of spirit to serve the two emperor's favorite little ancestors in the hall, she didn't expect the possibility of a certain horror at all, and she didn't know that the emperor looked at her back stiffly for a moment, and the hand that tossed the golden pine was more flexible and free.

Huang Jinsong was bitter in his heart, and he wanted to tell Zhi Wei everything, but he was a little afraid of Huo Yanzhi's threat.

"If you don't tell me honestly, I don't mind having someone drag you out and chop you up, mash the roots into mud, and then pour them into the garden to make flower mud......"

It didn't dare to reveal the emperor's threat to Zhiwei, let alone guess the emperor's thoughts, so it could only suffer the torture from the emperor silently every day.

Within a few days, the originally energetic Golden Pine fell very haggard, and the calm on Zhiwei's face, who came in every time he "just" brought tea, was gradually replaced by another emotion.

Zhi Wei began to feel that the gossip that had been circulated by the Siyuan Bureau in the past was probably true.

The emperor himself seems to be really a flower maniac!

In the eyes of the vast majority of humans, flowers and plants are dead creatures that can't speak, move, or think, and it's understandable to use them to vent the negative emotions in their hearts. Zhi Wei also saw it in a miscellaneous book when she was young, and it seems that there is a strange way of telling fortunes with flower petals abroad.

Of course, Zhiwei can't blame the emperor for being a tyrannical villain, but she always feels a little unbearable when she listens to Huang Jinsong's sighs and sighs every day.

Coupled with her brother's matter, her mood was even lower, so that she was also a little listless when she met the familiar Yuan guard again, and remembered that the last unlucky experience did not cater to the enthusiasm of the other party, so she only nodded and quickly retreated, which made Yuan Chengtai, who had already heard about Zhiwei's punishment, feel distressed.

The news was revealed to him by Wang Jing, that kid was born better than him, and he could talk better than him, and most of the palace people and eunuchs in the Qiande Palace were willing to talk to him, so naturally the news was also relatively well-informed.

The best thing about Wang Jing is that he can always grasp a precise sense of balance in his speech, and he never makes people misunderstand, but he is regarded as a young man with an extraordinary, grinning, and harmless personality.

Yuan Chengtai couldn't envy Wang Jing's ability, but after such an experience, he felt very guilty and blamed himself.

When he saw Zhiwei again, he wanted to apologize, but he couldn't say anything nice, and the other party fled like a frightened bird, and he didn't have a chance to say it at all, which made him even more frustrated.

Fortunately, Wang Jing told him privately that this Zhiwei girl seemed to be able to leave the palace in less than two years, and if he intended to marry, he was not in a hurry.

Yuan Chengtai adjusted himself for a few days before he calmed down, accepted his friend's proposal, and even thought about the future with great interest.

Because of his mother's illness at the end of last month, Yuan Chengtai almost never rested this month, and he sincerely made up for the shifts of the people he promised to change shifts with him before, and even helped others to work a few times for free. In this way, his colleagues, who originally thought him was a little clumsy, had a better relationship with him, and treated him with more sincerity, not like before, just because he was a good friend of Wang Jing.

Yuan Chengtai waited until late March to get his next day off, which was only half a day.

As soon as he got home, he saw his energetic old mother talking to a brightly dressed middle-aged woman, and he didn't pay attention at first, but as soon as the middle-aged woman saw him, she screamed and praised him inside and out, saying all good things, and hearing Yuan's mother smile.

Yuan Chengtai immediately noticed that something was wrong, and sure enough, as soon as the middle-aged woman went out, Yuan's mother talked to him with a smile and got down to business.

"Boss, you're not young now, and it's time to think about family affairs. A few years ago, in order to keep filial piety to your father and grandfather, my mother didn't mention it. But a serious illness a while ago, my mother realized this problem. If my mother closes her eyes one day, what will you do alone? Your siblings are too young to take on the burden of housekeeping. After thinking about it, I am still determined to find a family affair for you. You don't have many chances to get out of the palace, so you have to hurry up with it. Now it's March, April and May, and June to settle the family affairs, and it's best to pass the door at the end of the year......"

Yuan Chengtai blushed a little at first, but after listening to Yuan's mother's chatter, his face suddenly turned pale.

With great difficulty, he rejected his mother for the first time.

"Mother, the doctor said, you have a good foundation, and you will be able to live a long life after this hurdle...... Besides, I'm only twenty this year, and the man has ambitions in all directions, so there's no urgency in this matter......"

Yuan Chengtai, who had planned to spend the whole afternoon at home as a filial son, fled from his home sweating profusely and wandered around the streets unconsciously.

When he saw the delicate things sold by the small merchants, such as candy figures, clay dolls, and jewelry, he was the first to pop up in his mind, and he bought the things in a daze.

Waiting for the things to be put in his pocket, he wanted to scold himself again, the palace rules were strict, and the last incident had already hurt her once, if he really gave something, this was a private crime......

Yuan Chengtai shook his head and decided to leave behind the absurd thoughts of Meng Lang before.

At this moment, a carriage suddenly ran by, coming from outside the city. Looking at the mud on the wheels of the car, it was very dusty, and most of them came from other places.

Although the carriage looked a little embarrassed, it could be seen that the original design was a bit graceful and luxurious, but it was covered by the dust of the days of traveling. But the strange thing is that the coachman in front of the carriage was born with high eyebrows and deep eyes, and his complexion was red and black, which was very different from the appearance of the Central Plains people.

The locals in the capital couldn't help but look at it more, and began to recall whether there was an envoy from any country who wanted to enter Beijing recently.

But he quickly overturned this conjecture, after all, it is impossible for any country to send a carriage to meet the emperor, not to mention the problem of too few people, you must always bring some local specialties and gifts or something, right? If the other party is really an envoy, it is too cold.

"Madame, be careful!"

A soft cry woke him up from his ramblings, and he soon found that the carriage that had just passed by had accidentally overturned the hood on the head of a woman.

The owner of the carriage did not seem to notice this little change, so he did not stop. The white hat was overturned by the air flow around the carriage, and it flew into the air and fell quickly, unfortunately falling in front of Yuan Chengtai.

He subconsciously picked it up and looked at the two women who were frowning on the side.

The little girl beside the woman was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a good appearance, and a navy blue dress, but the material was inferior to the woman beside her. Combined with the lady she just shouted, the master-servant relationship between the two was naturally inferred. Moreover, judging from the woman's dress and bearing, her husband's family should be well-off.

The woman looked very young, probably no more than twenty-five, although she was a little thin, and her complexion was a little pale, but there was no cowardice in her demeanor, and she did not show a panic when she suddenly encountered such an accident, but only glanced twice in the direction of the carriage leaving.

But what surprised Yuan Chengtai the most was that this woman was born somewhat similar to Miss Zhiwei, especially the big black and white eyes, which were almost identical.

"Could it be that this woman is Miss Zhiwei's sister? However, if her sister can marry well, why should she go to the palace to do this hard labor? Moreover, Wang Jing seems to have inquired and said that Miss Zhiwei is from Jiangnan...... It can't be such a coincidence, right? ”

Yuan Chengtai was still stunned and looked at the young woman in a daze, but the hat in his hand was snatched away by the girl in the aqua blue dress.

The other party also said angrily: "You are a disciple, why are you staring straight at my wife?" What a shame! ”

Yuan Chengtai's face turned red instantly, and he stammered to explain to himself, but the other party didn't listen, turned his head back to the woman, quickly shook the dust on the hat, and put it on the woman again.

"Ahem, this lady, there is no malice in the bottom, just ......"

The lady's voice under the hat was very soft: "It's okay, it's my girl who is a little anxious, just don't worry about her." ”

The girl in blue was still not convinced, and when she helped her wife walk away, she secretly turned her head and glared at Yuan Chengtai.

Yuan Chengtai couldn't laugh or cry, touched the back of his head, and began to wonder if he was flawed in his appearance, so that this little girl who had never met before recognized herself as an unruly disciple at a glance.

After walking for a while, he saw the guard of honor coming from the direction of the imperial city, recognized Wang Dexi holding the yellow silk from a distance, and identified the direction of the other party, Yuan Chengtai's mind fell on other things.

As for the little thought in Fang Cai's heart, it had already passed through his heart, leaving no more traces.